The Boss’s Toy by Catrat89
Alora is kidnapped and becomes the sex toy of a mob boss , THIS IS NOT FINISHED IT WAS POSTED BY MISTAKE, BUT I AM UPDATING IT AS OFTEN AS POSSIBLE
Alora didn’t know what was happening when she awoke with a pounding head and blindfolded eyes. She couldn’t see a thing and could barely even use her other senses until a few minutes had passed and her head was clearing. From the feel of things, she was sitting on the floor a van rumbling along the roads. Her hands were bound. She could hear two men having a quiet conversation nearby but she couldn’t tell if anyone else was there. She didn’t make a sound, but the man must have heard her move because the conversation suddenly turned to her.
“She’s awake,” said the first voice.
“So?” replied the second nonchalantly.
“She’s probably scared out of her mind and thinking we’re going to kill her, Lee. The last thing we need is a panicked captive.”
Alora turned toward the voices. “So you’re not going to kill me?” she asked fearfully, her throat dry and her voice scratchy.
“No,” replied the first, and Alora heard him step toward her and suddenly there was a hand under her chin. “Do you want some water?” he asked.
Alora nodded, and she felt the cool neck of a bottle being pressed against her lips. She drank a few gulps down before the man took back the bottle and presumably sat back with Lee. They didn’t speak to her for the rest of the trip, which was at least twenty more minutes but it was hard to tell. The van finally rumbled to a stop and Alora felt a rough arm lift her to her feet and guide her from the van, across a path and into a cool air-conditioned lobby and pulled her toward an elevator, which she only realised was an elevator when it started to rise.
Wherever she was going, it must’ve been the top floor, because she was rising forever until the elevator dinged and she was dragged out. Only a few feet into the room, she was forced to her knees, and the grit bore into her bare legs. Of all the days to get kidnapped, it had to be the one where she wore a dress. She heard a man behind her speak, and she did her best to stay still, despite her fear. They didn’t want to kill her, she didn’t want to give them a reason to.
“Here she is. Our gift to you,” Lee behind her said, and her heart sped up tenfold.
“Show me her face. I want to be sure,” said a voice from in front of her, its sound so menacing she had to keep from cowering back. She felt someone fumbling behind her head and then she blinked as the blindfold fell away and the light momentarily blinded her. As her eyes adjusted, she looked at the man in front of her. He was seated behind a large oak desk, staring at her with such intensity that his eyes seemed to bore right through her. He was much younger than his voice implied, looking only a few years older than her, 21,22 maybe? But he still looked as menacing as an older man would.
She looked around her surroundings, seeing herself to be in what looked like a spacious but sparsely furnished office with a wall-length window that showed her it was still dark out. Other than the man behind the desk and her captors, the only others in the room were two imposing men standing at one of the pillars. The man studied her for a moment longer, then turned his gaze back to the men behind her, a glare looming over his handsome face.
“How dare you,” he said, his voice calm and collected, but you could hear the anger peeking. “You dare bring me some random girl you found at some club instead of South’s mistress like I asked. If he wants peace, he will not get it by lying. He will have to pay his debts another way then.”
“Will we just bring the girl back then? Dump her on a street corner?”
He studied her scared face for a few moments before smiling wickedly. “No. She’s seen my face. And anyway, she’s a hot little thing. It’d be a shame to waste her. As for you two… That guy can go,” he said to Lee. “Tell South we are officially at war because of this. You though,” he addressed the other man, “well, I can’t just let you both go. That would make me seem weak.”
As Lee turned back to the lift and took the stairs down, the man behind the desk looked at one of the imposing men standing at the pillar. “Marco, take South’s man away, show him what we do to people who lie to my face. And have the girl taken to my room.” The man, presumably Marco, nodded and gestured to the other man. The other man grabbed her captor and pulled him off to another room, whereas Marco pulled Alora to her feet, and started dragging her toward a door off the large office. At this point, Alora’s patience ran out. They weren’t going to let her go, so she started to fight, trying to free herself from his grip, and she managed to stamp on his knee, making him cry out and let her go. She started running for the elevator, panicking, but before she even got two feet, the man from behind the desk was standing in front of her and gripping her arms. He was much stronger than he looked, and he looked strong.
“Calm down,” he said sternly, but she just continued to struggle. “Calm down,” he said, even louder this time, his commanding voice scaring her into stopping struggling, but she glared up at him in determination, letting him know she wasn’t admitting defeat. “What’s your name girl?” he asked.
“Alora,” she replied, death staring at him. “And what’s yours?” she asked cockily.
“Daniel. Now Alora, are you going to be a good girl and go into the bedroom, or will I have to drag you there.”
“You’ll probably have to drag me, asshole.”
“I was hoping you’d be polite, because then maybe I’d be kind. But my patience has run out, so you have one last chance to be cooperative.”
She gave him a cocky smile, “In your dreams,” she said, then slammed her head into his, making him curse and release her. She staggered back, trying to clear her head as she stumbled toward the lift. She managed to reach it just as she heard Daniel calling his men after her. She managed to press the button and the doors shut just before they reached her. The lift began to descend and she breathed a sigh of relief. By the time she reached the ground floor, her head had cleared and she was already trying to loosen the rope tying her wrists.
She ran for the doors as soon as the elevator opened, calling for help as she emerged onto the empty street. She didn’t get very far out of the building before someone grabbed her from behind and caught her in a headlock with his hand over her mouth. His head leaned down to her ear as she struggled and fought.
“The way I’m holding you right now means I can snap your neck in an instant. If you don’t stop struggling I will. I’d hate to break my toy before I even got to play with her,” Daniel said, and Alora froze. He moved his hand from her mouth to her chin, allowing her to speak without breaking the lock.
“Maybe I’d rather be broken than let you play with me,” she said, her breathing rapid but she managed to make herself seem more confident than she was.
After a moment, he released his grip for only long enough to spin her round to face him, then pulled her close, trapping her arms against him.